Upstate New York over the weekend: meditating in my sister's garden beside the creek. Sunlight filtered through trees, flies buzzing in my ears. Breathe deeply. All my drawings seem to be about aging, time and how living things cycle through... leaves already turning, insects rushing through their short lives to mate and die. Inevitable seasons. Pick the last tomato off the vine.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Labor Day weekend
Upstate New York over the weekend: meditating in my sister's garden beside the creek. Sunlight filtered through trees, flies buzzing in my ears. Breathe deeply. All my drawings seem to be about aging, time and how living things cycle through... leaves already turning, insects rushing through their short lives to mate and die. Inevitable seasons. Pick the last tomato off the vine.
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